Tuesday, June 19, 2012
As of tomorrow, I'll be 41 weeks. It really does feel like this is the longest month of my life. We had a false alarm very, very early this morning. I let *B* sleep, but my contractions were strong enough to wake me up. They stopped right after *B* called out of work for the day, and I ended up sleeping in until 9 am. I went in for a non-stress test, and throughout the test I was having moderate, irregular contractions. I'm hoping that this means my body's gearing up for the real deal. Hurry up, baby, we want to meet you!